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| Photo by Jacalyn Beales on Unsplash |
Mick is feeling beaky
Having courted local birds
Dispensing seed most generously
Keenly pulling them in herds
A garden restaurant well known
A catcall whistle stop
Where all the peckish passers by
Indulge awhile then hop
With all Mick’s generosity
They’ve turned the mess into a heap
Calling cards across the yard
Require a pressure hose to sweep
The garden aviary bistro closed
Now fruity offerings cutting edge
A perimeter of blueberry crop
And a motel in the hedge
He’s kept his tolerant pecker up
Providing fruity takeaway
They broke through leaving calling cards
To our Mick’s natural dismay
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